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Round about the way we proceed to-day and during the briefings wearing Briefs, so I’ll be brief with you, Hootie hold my hand all through the land of the California Dreamin’ feely dreamy and despondent making no sense in the world of my girls left-and-write about these beautiful beauties a la fully-clothed and covered in curves as the car swerves, the fish-hooks have worms, really reeling in the big bass in the lake, I like Frosted Flakes better than Wheaties for the MMJ cereal we have “Weedies” in that old joke, as Facebook did away with the “Poke” that had me woke, at the wake of waking days, and how bizarre are the “Gays” ?????

I was penetrated by a man, first by his hand, I didn’t like, and on the way to teach my Christian High School Saint John’s- he would drive on the Mass Pike, with a drink but not spiked, I told my “Justine Aragona”, my female match with an untainted snatch, cheating on me but once I told her: TAKE A HIKE!” Going to Lake Morey, once with Elijah, where now does he lie? Or lay crunching a bag of Potato Chips let it ride, hold on tight, getting ill in your tummy, wouldn’t that be funny, or taking Tums you have that right?

Behold my textual treasure, it is my pleasure- oh I’m a tease, and I usually say “Please.”

Staying up at night, with no Bud Light-  many anti-depressants like Zoloft and Haloperidol and Xanax I enjoy many snacks, along with Calcium twice a day, said to improve mood, jumping on a car’s Hood, a prime provider of 1% chocolate milk, I slurp, I don’t burp, along with protein shakes, I have no dander with “flakes” and Jack Frost-strain from a Hempire of the Empire of “roaming on your phone” that’s all done with, with nation-wide maps of cellular service, Sunday mornings I’d enjoy at the Charlton Federated Christian Church, hot in the summer, warm in the winter, minimal heat, occasionally on Sundays I’d sleep, then eating breakfast Special K cereal without “Frost” on Flakes of snow coming down, you know, when once about life/death births and funerals, time passes, retire and expire, like the date on the chocolate milk from Hood, and I’ll tell you what’s good: I am a good person, maybe even GREAT - predicting the success of “crypto-currencies” and GameStop stocks, having used my own money, the Deftones great album “White Pony” rereleased as “Black Stallion” how many dollars? Maybe a million! Billion Trillion Star Trek Tribbles with Aunt Donna dancing a wiggle!